Children in Church ... Thanks Pat Whitehead!

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Children in Church

A little boy was in a relative's wedding.



As he was coming down the aisle, he would take two steps, stop, and turn to the crowd.



While facing the crowd, he would put his hands up like claws and roar.



So it went, step, step, ROAR, step, step, ROAR, all the way down the aisle.



As you can imagine, the crowd was near tears from laughing so hard by the time he reached the pulpit.



When asked what he was doing, the child sniffed and said, "I was being the Ring Bear."



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One Sunday in a Midwest City, a young child was "acting up" during the morning worship hour.



The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle.



Finally, the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle on his way out.



Just before reaching the safety of the foyer, the little one called loudly to the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for me!"



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One particular four-year old prayed, "And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets."



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A little boy was overheard praying: "Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.



I'm having a real good time like I am."



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A Sunday School teacher asked her little children, as they were on the way to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"



One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."



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A little boy opened the big and old family Bible with fascination, looking at the old pages as he turned them.



Then something fell out of the Bible.



He picked it up and looked at it closely.



It was an old leaf from a tree that has been pressed in between the pages.



"Mama, look what I found," the boy called out..



"What have you got there, dear?" his mother asked.



With astonishment in the young boy's voice he answered, "It's Adam 's suit".



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Blessings, Robin

Pat, These remind me of a real church incident in our lives.  It must have been about 1970 here in Westerville when our youngest, Jeff, was about nine.  He and his friends were taking turns putting their thumbs in their mouths and blowing until their  buddies would whisper: "You're purple" or something like that.  In a particularly quiet time in the service, Jeff, now fifty, was blowing hard when a perfectly audible passing of gas occurred.  Adults muffled laughs and even at nine years, Jeffrey, was highly embarrassed.
Sam